JADE POV.

I burned. That was the only way I could describe what his touch had done to me.

Gathering enough water into my hand, I splashed it against my face as if the sting of the ice-cold water would douse the fire that raged through my blood.

His scent lingered around me, making me feel even more needy and horny than I had been. His touch had been heaven, and I did not realize how starved I was or how much I needed it until that very moment. I could still feel every ridge of his muscles pressing against me, the scent of his arousal and the feel-good pheromones...